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Written by Nellys Pimentel 

My neck grew longer
as so did my hair.
For days and nights
you could run me
and i wouldn’t
run out.
Pure elegance
in my black and
gold complexion
dusted in amber
and simplicity.
With olive green
as antique as my memory
and pine green as deep
as my toughts
on my brown
coffee and cream skin.

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